Making Love

It’s not the same

As having sex

No, not at all

First the books

And it’s too bad

It was Penthouse

And not the Joy of Sex

That came later

And paled in comparison

To Guccione’s fantasy world

Of no strings attached

No, those earnest wholesome faces

Smiling at each other in love

The democratic arrangement of limbs

Seemed so dull and old fashioned.

It has taken me this long

To discover something so basic

and so good.

Better late than never.

A Perfect Union

Minds and hearts

Bodies and souls

Let no man put asunder